Everything At Once

when something has you pinned

and the contraption that you're in

won't let your day beginand every rustling of leaves

is the thieving of your thieves

and sleep is obsolete like bathtub ginyou can hear the big black clock

an no, it doesn't slow or stop

it just ticks as you tick off what might have beenso here's a song about nothing and everything at once

oh the minutes and the months

nothing and everything at once